Broken
quilt; collage expired
unraveling
lines; frayed desire
the
plaid fades
as
thread’s strain
Mergers
no longer connect
with
the same associations,
memories
no longer attach
themselves
to what’s contained
in
this reminder of context lost—
to
whose representations
reveal
life’s internal cost
Yet,
a single inch of fabric
still,
holds power—over
all
of what’s welled up
inside
the good thing with quilts is that you can easily re-connect them again...take out the broken parts, fit a bit of new fabric in..wished it were so easy with life..and a single inch of fabrik still, hold power...it does...fine write fred
ReplyDeletedude..so true...i love the hevy quilt i got from my mom...some of the meaning may be lost of what each patch is but it doesnt take but slipping under it to remember why i love it...
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful Fred.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the metaphor but lack the words to put it -- I do not quite know what the fabric that still holds is but I suspect it's the one thing that is central to leading one back to oneself if one should ever lose oneself to the world or another or get lost going down a wrong road. This one will stick in the mind.
ReplyDeleteYeah stitching away at the sands of time with one yank it can come undone or with one simple stitch another can be added, all depends on how we look at it and act I suppose.
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